Yesterday (February 7th) was the 50th anniversary of my last day in The Mob.

After a hearty breakfast we collected our kit, or what was left of it, and took the bus from Innsworth to Gloucester station. We had lunch in a pub near the station and took the 2 o'clock train to London. I travelled with John Godbold(?) on the tube from Paddington to Liverpool Street. I last saw him going off to catch his train to Ipswich while I waited for the tube to Plaistow.

To all those who left The Mob on 7th February 1957 my best wishes. I salute you all!!

It's called old age. My wife goes a bit potty at times when I can't remember something she's just told me. I tell her it's a man thing, we can't multitask. How can I be expected to remember something when I'm thinking about something else that happened 50 plus years ago, life was a lot more interesting then!!